Chapter 2 - Shadows of the Russo Estate
The atmosphere in the grand bedroom became suffocatingly tense as Carlo stepped further into the room, keeping his gun trained on Bruno’s chest. Bruno wiped a stream of warm blood from his cheek, glaring past Hannah to the man sitting in the wheelchair.
"You think you can protect him forever, Bellini?" Bruno sneered, his voice raspy. "He’s weak! A boss who can’t walk is no boss at all! The syndicate is falling apart, and you’re guarding a ghost!"
Damian didn't flinch. His dark eyes remained cold, tracking Bruno’s every subtle breath. "You were always impatient, Bruno. But striking me in my own bed while my family sleeps? That is not ambition. That is treason."
"Treason?" Bruno laughed bitterly. "The commission voted six months ago, Damian. They gave you time to recover after the ambush at the docks. But you’ve been sitting in this damn chair doing nothing while the Moretti family takes our territories one by one!"
Hannah slowly lowered the heavy brass lamp, her heart pounding frantically against her ribs. She took a step back, positioning herself near Damian’s side, her eyes never leaving Bruno.
"Lower your weapon, Bruno," Carlo ordered coldly, clicking the safety off his pistol. "Or I end this right now."
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Bruno raised his hands slowly, a sinister smile twisting his lips despite his injury. "Shoot me, Carlo. Go ahead. But you won't stop what’s coming down the driveway right now."
👉 Read PART 3 to see what dangerous force was arriving at the Russo mansion under the cover of the storm!
